Suspense, Volume 1

'Brenda, what are you thinking about?' It was hardly a question. The intonation of Mrs. Wylie's voice was by no means interrogative, and she returned placidly to the perusal of her novel without awaiting a reply. The ladies had been reading silently for at least an hour, until the younger of the two allowed her book to lie unheeded on her knee, while the pages fluttered in the breeze. The remark called forth by this action was accepted literally and as a question. 'I was thinking of Theo Tr...